Your most favoritest poem

Starting up from W....

Oh lordie, sure you don't want some recommendations? There's a lotta chaff in with that wheat!

And thank you, O Wicked One. I love you, too.

DP, this is just a great idea because we are all reading each other's poems now. What fun! (and educational)
 
Recommendations?

Sure!

But I won't say I'm going to read only those ones and not the rest. ;)
 
A Long List of Reads

Okay, so here are the first 20(ish) poems that came to mind when I saw that someone wanted some recommendations for the best of Lit's poetry. The standard qualifiers apply--there's no particular order, I've left out many great poems & good poets including some of my favorites, and this is based on nothing but my own opinion.

Also, I'm full of hubris, so even though I've been mentioned here a few times (thanks, you two, for hooking me up!) I'm also listing what I consider some of my best work from those that haven't been mentioned yet. Hey, I'm not proud. I'll stump for reads. ;)

Erotic Poems

Velvet Bows & Green Ribbon by daughter
tender eyes render by WriterDom
Oral Exercises by Havocman
Mobius Strip by Lauren.Hynde
Sexuagronomy by KillerMuffin
confession by smithpeter
And what I think is my best erotic poem, Athletic Discipline by RisiaSkye

Non-Erotic Poems

HIV+ by CRaZy
Poetry Sucks by WriterDom
he says and Lilacs & Lemons by daughter
Dispos-a-Girl and She Stoops to Conquer by Angeline
I Want A Girl by JUDO
Abstract by Cordelia
Cyber Melancholy and flagrant read by smithpeter
And my favorite poem (out of my stuff) that nobody seems to read, Lifted Veil by Risia Skye

There are a whole ton more that I could have listed. I'll happily add more at a later date...I love to get people reads. :D
 
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BUMP!

I think this is a much forgotten thread that deserves some new interest. Here is one of my favorites, that I think everyone should enjoy (although the posting is three years late). I would like to see a challenge based on the theme of this poem, particularly given the state of world affairs.

The Darkling Thrush

I LEANT upon a coppice gate,
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to me
The Century's corpse outleant,
Its crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind its death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervorless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead,
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited.
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small,
With blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew,
And I was unaware.


Thomas Hardy - December 31, 1900



Regards,                       Rybka
 
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